Look at him. A deity sculptured in gold and I can't even reach out and adulate him in my own way. I wish I was on Cardassia right now . . . no blusters about who should do what. He'd be at my mercy and begging me to visit my bed every night. [sigh] Such convoluted hesitation, these Humans have. I mean, shouldn't one respect domination when one is faced with it? Why go through every possible blistering facades just to prove one's illusory standing? [tsk] Ah well, I suppose that - as much as his manners prove distasteful to me, my own would prove just as disturbing to him if I imposed my own regulations. And scaring him away is the last thing I'd wish right now.

Oh, he's looking at me. A smile, there. Everything's fine, all is well. Perhaps twist the smile a bit . . . let him think I know something. Make his mind work a little. After all, nothing wrong with a little mystery is there? Ah there . . . that exquisite frown of his. My my, Elim -- you are getting rather good at this talent aren't you? All right, change the subject, waver his confidence a bit. Such brimming determination in one so young. So full of himself. Mmmh, wouldn't mind shaping him up soundly.

I wonder if he made a research on Cardassian customs . . . it would be interesting to watch his reaction at finding out he's responding to me with every nuance of wanting a sexual encounter out of me. [Hmh] He probably has no idea.

He's looking up again. Oh my his frown is certainly more pronounced isn't it? His words are just dripping with concern. Poor doctor. Look at him, and rushing through his meal like that! Good Gul, I wonder how he's managed not to twist his stomach by now. Oh the dear, he's asking me if something's wrong. Of course nothing's wrong my dearest Julian, I'm with you aren't I? Of course I couldn't say that. Damn Human shyness. I'll never understand courtship. How can two people who evidently cannot keep their hands off each other waste precious time in singing poetry to the other?

Mmmh, if I had my way with this delicate Human, I'd bind him to my bed and make him reach heights he'd never thought possible. No poetry, no flowers. A whip . . . no. I wouldn't want to injure such beautiful skin. Besides, he probably would have no understanding of the act and run away. Again, not quite what I want. Cuffs, definitely cuffs to bind those tender wrists together. Perhaps he'd even come to like them . . .

Ah, but then he'd feel humiliation, anger, et cetera et cetera. [sigh] How tedious. Perhaps I should bind him to my bed at that. Nothing wrong in a little discipline. He's far too engaged - too arrogant for his own good. It'd do him well to learn a bit of submissive behavior. Oh yes, I can see that exquisite golden neck bend to my desires . . . and that silky skin mine to explore as I drive him to ecstasy. Yes, I can see it now, his chiseled features crumpled in annoyance, irritation - asking me to release him. And not from his leather bindings mind you . . . he'd beg me to make him come . . . that sweet precious silvery essence of him mine, all mine as I would eventually indulge him. But not before watching him writhe under me, moving every curve in perfect harmony as I touch him, caress him, trail bites down that smooth neck . . . He'd cry with frustration as I keep his sex aloof, concentrating on the parts of him I know wouldn't provide enough stimulation. He'd sob and beg me to release him, in both sense of the term so he could either stimulate himself to climax or allow me the pleasure. I wouldn't, of course. I would watch him squirm under me, calling my name, imploring release, bargaining for even a touch . . . And only at the last moment would I slip my mouth over his hard erection, and as he'd sob, he'd have his most shattering climax he'd ever felt . . .

Oh sweet Gul how I wish I was on Cardassia . . . Damn, all these foolish fantasies have made me hard . . . fortunately the good doctor won't notice. I was wise to wear the extra long tunic today . . . but then I always anticipate these things don't I?

Oh, what's this? Is he actually smiling flirtatiously at me? He's invited me to his quarters! Oh well . . . perhaps I can bear Human wooing for a while more . . . enough to sample that delicious taste of him . . . perhaps then I could introduce him to real pleasure. [sigh] Life is not so bad after all.

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